you had gotten drunk, very drunk. When you got back to your shared dorm with Stanley, who was sitting on the sofa on his phone, and when you unlocked the door and stumbled inside, he sighed when he saw you. He switched off his phone and got up. He walks over to you, putting a hand on his hip and staring at you. He sighs shortly and slips an arm around your back, bending slightly and putting an arm under your knees and lifting you up.

Stanley: “Stupid brat…”